Hola Niño

Airports usually aren't too pleasant of places to be near Christmas.  Airports in late December are basically collections of hundreds of people who do not want to be there (transportation disutility for all my transportation nerds).  These people want to be somewhere else.  But, when people are really determined to get somewhere else  in December, they are even motivated enough to drag their children into airports. So this unusually high proportion of children in airports in December is about the only plus of traveling during this time.  They say the darndest things!  At the airport today, I found myself in the middle of a very forward little lady flirting with each a little fellow.  As I was standing in line to check in my bag,  in the lane right behind me, there was a little girl, maybe 5 who was eyeing a maybe 6 year-old boy in the lane in front of me.  She shouts 'hola niño' and then extends her hand for him to shake it.  The poor little guy is a little stunned and I'm not sure that he understood Spanish. And I am literally standing between this puppy love.  I move my very large piece of luggage so that the little boy can without question see the little girl's hand extended.  The little girl's mom laughs and scoots her daughter along in the line, forever separating this adorable encounter.  I later encounter this little girl in the security line and she is totally over it.  I overhear her mom saying something about Disneyland.  I ask the girl, 'a donde vas" and she replies 'a Disneyland.'  Yeah, I'd be over a six -year old boy real quick if my mind was on getting to Disneyland.  Don't worry mija, he is way too confused to appreciate your friendliness.  Give him about fifteen years, give or take.  

Puppy Love

There are also a lot more tiny dogs flying this weekend.  They are mostly chihuahuas.  I'm not a big chihuahua fan, so I don't have much to report on them.  The kids are way cuter.